Wandering devoid
of direction or purpose
floating specks
waiting
for the final gust of wind.
Ribbons delicate and divine
relentlessly shredded
purple, black, blue
mix towards bleeding bruises.
Long fingers grasp
pulling the emptiness
shrouded in silence.
Still air teases and torments
concealing
incessant mould
that creeps unbroken
catching unaware eyes.
Constant thoughts drip
clothed in madness
warping unfulfilled images.
Picked up and brushed down
continue in perpetual motion
trudging blindly.
Stuck on rapid replay
unravelling over and over
until final dissolution.
The wind catches
leaving behind
slumbering vacuity.
no rhyme! 
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